Now that the much needed orgasms had past, we were able to get to know each other a bit. We parted with a hand shake and agreed to meet back in the ch...t room and discuss the days activities. It's easy to talk online. Bob and I talked about our current sex lives, our unwilling wives and our fantasies. When I got home I got my laptop and went to our chat area. Bob was there, we talked about the details of our different cocks and both of us jerked off again at home. We made plans to meet. Damn! Maybe I am making a fool of myself. Maybe this is just a one-way street of empty infatuation. When I got to my room, I washed my face and hands, then I paced the room. Finally, there was a knock on the door. A quick peek through the door hole, and I saw her standing there looking nervous. I let her in and we hugged as soon as the door closed. Our lips melted together as our tongues discovered the warmth and passion desperate for release. When we stopped kissing, we looked at each other. "What can I get you?" Kent drawled, curious to see where this was going. Julia had a docile smile on her face - again, something that he suspected was a regular occurence - but Trisha looked absolutely furious."Don't you fucking speak to me like that, you ... you ... you /man/," she spat, the final word clearly the worst possible insult that she could come up with. Kent privately wondered how she balanced her man-hating ways with her lust for Julia, whose newest tattoo clearly proclaimed her. Maine unka haath pakra or apne taraf khicha or sofe pe bitha diya or apna hata unke choot pe rakh diya to wo uchal gayi. Kasam se bhai ise choot ki pornstar ki bhi nahi hogi mai uski smell lene laga jo Ki mujhe madhosh kar rahi thi phir maine ek haat maam ke boobs pe rakha jo bade soft the unhone gusse se mera haath hata diya maine phir se boobs ko pakda or dabane laga or dusre haat se choot ko ragad raha tha. Maam ab garam hone lagi aur ab wo bhi mera sath dene lagi unhone mughe dekha aur mere.